Finale

Hello all.

Running through the programs and the daily grind;ugh, folks, y'all know that feeling right? When there's just... there ain't no end to this all, ya hear me right?

Ya feel yourself falling apart slowly, day after day. The sands of our Father brushes against you and tears away what makes you...You.

An hour of your job is enough to last a lifetime, and it may or may not show on your face, but you still feel it affect you each and every "day" as everybody else walks by. How do they cope with themselves? How do WE get past our lives' shortcomings as everybody around us fails us? And we, them?

Isn't that how we get murders? And school shootings? And god knows what else. Truly, a moral perplexity occurs in this sort of status quo... You can't dig a way out, but you're also at a point where you THINK you won't fall into the whirlpool... At least, not yet.

	The man turned his head to look up at me.

"Freddy, what in the fucking hell are you talking about?"

He shut the door for the night.

God, that guard's a little shit.